After church, the news of the attempted assassination of Donald Trump thumping in my heart, I had the opportunity to buy my first icon. The Holy Land Christian Solidarity Cooperative…
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As I was finishing my essay about how my voice sounds like bare feet on gravel, I thought about how our voice becomes incarnate when our breath sings across our…
David Whyte in A Heart Aroused says, “The voice emerges literally from the body as a representation of our inner world. It carries our experience from the past, our hopes…
In Revelation, when the Seventh Seal was opened, an angel took the golden censor, full of incense and the prayers of the saints. He filled it with fire from the…
Lore Ferguson Wilbert in The Understory writes about the grief of losing friends because of politics, a relative abused people in the church, and the old, deep sorrow of her…
August, 1988 If I hadn’t walked out to meet Bruce, dressed in my nightshirt and bathrobe, I might not have seen them. They shot straight overhead as if they were…
Finally the fields dried enough to hitch Morgen. While the ground is still soft, she does not sink holes with her hooves, nor does the carriage make ruts. The day…
The mountains cut the sky like a butcher’s knife dismembered a lamb. We halted. Moses stopped by the one where he said he saw the bush on fire. The mountain…
The epistle reading for the second Sunday of Easter was the famous passage from I John: “If we say we have no sin we deceive ourselves and the truth is…
“I think we should put her in a nursing home,” I said, terrified of cleaning and bathing my own mother-in-law. My brother-in-law was more compassionate and set her up with…